Word: cleo
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Cleopatra. Every dollar of the $40 million spent on this epic-to-end-all-epics is dazzlingly apparent in the tons of gold leaf, typhoons of pink smoke, and wilderness of bosoms that assault the beholder. But the world's most expensive star. Elizabeth Taylor, plays Cleo as if she were doing a fancy-dress dream sequence from Butterfield 8. Richard Burton is all too realistic as Antony-the man who sold himself down the Nile for a sex symbol...
...barged westward. "This lady," said Hollywood's Rosalind Russell at the film's Los Angeles premiere, "is one of the most remarkable fund raisers in the history of the world." It sounded like good news for 20th Century-Fox, but Roz, alas, wasn't talking about Cleo-she was talking about Mrs. Norman ("Buff") Chandler, 61, wife of the president of the Los Angeles Times-Mirror Co. To raise money for her pet project, a new L.A. Music Center, Buff peddled premiere tickets at $250 apiece, raised $1,094,403, bringing her virtuoso fund-raising performance...
Married. Joseph Leo Mankiewicz, 53, pipe-chewing Hollywood director most recently involved with Cleopatra; and Rosemary Matthews, 33, a production assistant on the Cleo set; he for the third time; in Manhattan...
...Juliet Prowse, 26, who displayed vast areas of skin and even more gall. She pranced onstage as a barely garbed Joan of Arc and slithered her way through a song that pictured the saint as a call girl; then she turned up in some Egyptian gauze and launched into Cleo, the Nympho of the Nile, ending with a belly dance that would have fazed Farouk. Snorted one of the critics giving the show a universal pan: "Aside from getting 'A' for anatomy and 'E' for effrontery, Miss Prowse should do herself a favor: forget her career...
Directed by Agnés Varda, a 34-year-old photographer whose first film (La Pointe Courte) established her as "the Founding Mother of the new French cinema," Cleo tells the story of 90 moribund minutes in the life of a featherbrained Parisian canary (Corinne Marchand) who has just begun to peck the plum of show-business success. As the story starts, the singer is nerving herself to ask a doctor whether or not she has a cancer. Pale with dread, she visits a fortuneteller first and asks the old crone what is in the cards for her. Death...